As the duel commenced, the two lunges toward each other and clash their swords while their brethren cheers to support and mocks their enemies.
"Not to shabby, for a backwater knight!" (Imperial soldier)
"Shut it!" (Warner)
Said him as the knight struggles to hold his blade.
[dammit! This bastard hits are heavy and I could barely grip my sword in just a couple of clashes. Is this the real strength of the imperial mounted elite legion!?] (Warner)
